Henan has been in war for many years, and those local warlords can only use guns and bullets, and the masters have changed one after another, where can they still take care of the northwest here. What's more, in Qinghai, Xining, for the most part, artillery is not used at all. The cavalry pulled out, and the opponent's cannon couldn't even eat the horse ashes, and the Ma family army was forced to defend the city for the first time.

However, Ma Burong's two-pounder cannon also showed a little luck, and two shots landed next to the pile of people in the fortress, killing and wounding nearly 20 people, which made Xu Zhongyonglian, who was already short of troops, even worse. The good luck ran out, and the mortar shells also fell on the top of the two-pounder gun one after another, and the quality of the Ma Jiajun artillery determined that the distance was not much farther than the heavy machine gun when hitting the fort. It is convenient for oneself to shell the target, but also for the attacked enemy.

After killing the opponent's heavy firepower, both Company Commander Luo and Xu Zhongyong were greatly relieved. Everything that can be done has already been done, and the rest depends on whether the commander of the Ma Jiajun is reluctant to exchange twice or more people for their company. If you want to say that you will fight each other out, it is impossible, and their ammunition will not be able to support that time.

Dodo......

A few Czechs were placed on the edge of the battlements, suppressing the dismounted enemy. Company Commander Luo also fired the shells in his hand one by one at this time, at this time he missed the days in Fengtian City, the shells almost hit as many as he wanted, as long as there were Japanese troops in front of him, the supply of shells in the back would not stop. There were 100,000 rounds of shells piled up in the armory, which could hit him softly, and the shells behind him at the moment combined were less than thirty rounds.

Just with the accuracy of Company Commander Luo, thirty shells can also bring considerable losses to the enemy.

Ma Bufang's face turned the color of pig liver, and the people next to him didn't even dare to come closer, so as not to suffer a disaster in vain. The other side's shells looked like they had eyes. Wherever there are more people, at least two or three people will be killed. And a few of the guys that looked like machine guns on the head of the city were also very annoying, and by now, there were more than two hundred dead and wounded around this small earthen enclosure. Even heavy machine guns. The small cannon was unguarded, and it was all destroyed by the other party. One-tenth of the loss, the opponent's ammunition doesn't seem to be much, but if you continue to do it like this, you will have to pay at least two or three hundred, or even four hundred, to take down this damn earthen fence. Is it worth it? Ma Bufang's heart twitched for a while, five or six hundred people were killed and injured in a small fortress, how many times can the cavalry division in his hand lose like this? It's more than half of the two times, and there's a fart in the back. Even if the 45th Army is defeated later, and there are no soldiers under him, what will he do to compete with Ma Lin for Qinghai in the future? It can't be consumed like this, whether it's for this war or for the sake of living in the future.

"Withdraw!" Ma Bufang's heart was dripping blood, and when he gave this order, he was even more depressed and wanted to vomit blood. Ma Bufang couldn't figure out why the county town of Pingluo, which was guarded by four or five thousand defenders, was N times stronger than the small earth fence in front of him, and he didn't hold it for a day, and the county seat of Shizuishan was not much worse than Pingluo. A regiment of more than 2,000 people also had the same result. And the enemy army in front of him was clearly only one or two hundred people. His strength was ten times that of the enemy, and he actually fought such a bad battle. If there are 20,000 or 20,000 people in the 60,000 or 70,000 people of the 45th Army, Ma Bufang is a little afraid to think about it, four words, the result is worrying!

Compared with Ma Bufang's constipated expression all the way, Ma Lin's eldest son Ma Burong brought out more than 1,600 riders in a much better situation. The two small units encountered in a row were both in the field, and Ma Burong was a little smaller and more temperamental than his cousin Ma Bufang. But he couldn't stand his luck and ate two companies of the 45th Army in the field. Nearly 400 people, and relying on the superiority in troops, he lost less than 200 people. With the advantage of heavy machine guns and light artillery, and in the field, Ma Burong's advantage is still not small. In the middle, a few small baggage teams were laid, and they insisted on it outside for more days I heard that his cousin Ma Bufang ate soft-shelled turtles, and Ma Burong's heart was as sweet as eating honey, and this good mood lasted until the third day when he led the troops back to Yinchuan City for supplies and rest.

In the night, the city gate was already in sight, Ma Burong asked his subordinates to take out a flashlight and turn it off three times on the city wall in the darkness in the distance, and soon the other party replied with the same signal. This is to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the chaos to steal into the city.

"Go back, and let Ma Bufang's kid see our results!" Ma Burong laughed, many people in the team that returned this time brought one or two heads. Beheading is nothing to the Ma family army. Originally, Ma Burong didn't want to do this thing, and Ma Bufang had caused a lot of trouble to his Lao Tzu in Qinghai recently. -for-tat to seize power in Qinghai. The thought of being able to anger Ma Bufang, even if it is a little troublesome, it is worth it.

Ma Burong's sturdy body swayed on the horse's back, with a kind of returning leisure. He was followed by the troops of the brigade.

"Boom!" The explosion suddenly rang out, and the light of the fire that bloomed in the dark night was very distinct. Ma Burong even fell in the flames with his men and horses, and he didn't even scream. The two horsemen who were closely following Ma Burong were also blown down.

"Bastard, where did the shells come from!" Not only these Ma Lin cavalry who were about to enter the city, but also the defenders at the head of Yinchuan City were even more blown up by this sudden explosion. There was not even the sound of shells.

"Traveler, Traveler!" There was a cry, and when several people found Ma Burong, who was already limb on the ground, Ma Burong was already out of breath.

"Quick, come into the city and inform Chairman Ma!" Thinking of Ma Lin's anger after learning the news, Deputy Brigade Commander Ma Peiqing's face was almost green at this time, and he couldn't figure out why he suddenly blew up like this.

The drawbridge at the city gate had been lowered, and several cavalry rushed forward, but they didn't run far, only about six or seven meters, and there was another explosion on the ground. The rider in front ran fast and didn't get blown up, but the two riders behind were unlucky. Ma Peiqing was shocked into a cold sweat at the same time, and suddenly felt a little creepy, landmines in this era are definitely rare in the northwest. Not to mention those ordinary cavalrymen, even Ma Peiqing has never seen them. The cavalryman who was running first was also shocked by the explosion behind him, and his horse couldn't help but slow down. If he keeps running fast, even if he steps on a mine, he may be able to pick up a life, the mine trigger equipment in this era is far less sensitive than that of later generations, and if the horse is fast enough, there is a certain safety factor. It's a pity that his procrastination made him meet a few of his former comrades-in-arms underground. Another explosion consumed his life.

It would explode for no reason, looking for them, is it that they have created too many evils? For a while, many people had a feeling of colliding with evil. Under the firelight, the road to the suspension bridge is similar to usual, but there seems to be endless murder lurking in the dirty snow slag. The bitter cold in the night makes people feel even more chilly. Panic is slowly spreading. (To be continued......)